Andrew Jackson Jihad - A Song Dedicated To The Memory Of Stormy The Rabbit
For four fortnights I’ve fled from my fortress
Foraging forests five footsteps in length
Fortitude found within forty ounce bottles
Flowing like flies from your face
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New shoes. (Taken with instagram)
Andrew Jackson Jihad - Hate, Rain On Me from Daytrotter: It’s Sweatpants or Giving a Shit, or Both.
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Daily meal substitution. (Taken with instagram)
So I kinda want to make a video of me playing music but I can’t sing at all so it would be pointless. Mannnnnn. Why wasn’t I born with the voice of like Robin Peckhold or Jeff Mangum?
I’ve never used to study in public and know I remember why. I usually just end up people watching. A man just walked by me in a suit with a Mohawk and a spine connected to a pelvis in his hand.
Also if you like those things. You’re my soulmate just sayin’.
My days consist of looking at guitars online and listening to Neutral Milk Hotel and Andrew Jackson Jihad. I also try to teach myself random things and wish I had more money to develop all of my rolls of film. So within the next month I need to win the lotto. That’d be pretty sweet but unrealistic.
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Got no car Got no money I got nothing, nothing, nothing, not at all Got no god Got no girlfriend I know don’t need no one at all.
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